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Mother’s Day 2014

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, Mum’s are amazing (that’s why I’m not one. I’m magic, but I’m not amazing). And so it’s only fitting that there should be a day that celebrates these wonderful, mystical creatures who do forty thousand jobs a day and keep it together (mostly).

The card I sent my mum, had the following message on the front:

“Happiness is

Having a mum who is also a friend”

Because it’s absolutely true. I talk to my mum about everything and anything and especially when I’m feeling unsure or p*ssed off about something, she’s the first person I ask for advice. I tell her everything and I trust her opinion.

And reading the posts on Facebook of those friends with kids, yesterday, was both interesting and really rather heartwarming. Mainly because I always thought that I personally didn’t really appreciate my mum until I was much older, but it appears that maybe kids do realise how much their mums do for them, much earlier. And there were some posts of photos of mums who are no longer here and who are missed greatly. And I dread that day, because that’s when I think I’m going to feel really, truly adrift. There is nothing quite like a huge hug from your mum, especially when things are a bit, ‘meh’. My mum is my anchor.

Posts yesterday ranged from, “Just been brought two slices of toast and a glass of coke in bed. Breakfast in bed from L.” to photos in the local press of cards made by sons, and my personal favourite, from one of my nephews to his mum, which read;

“I like you, I love you, I don’t want to kill you, you are loved“

Her response, “I don’t know whether to be happy or scared!!” Out of the mouths of babes.